At a local dance the other night I picked on a girl who looked pretty smart on her feet, writes a British humorist.
I must say I made a mistake.
After we had been dancing for a while she said: "My goodness, but isn't the floor slippery?"
"It isn't the floor," I told her, "it's the polish on my new shoes." Y
Then I got hold of another girl and we started to dance.
After a while she sai "Do you like dancing?"
"Yes, lady, I certainly do."
"Well" she said, "why don't you?"
Then I said to her: "I hope I didn't hurt your foot when I stepped on it just now."
"Oh, that's all right," she told me. "It hurt the first few times, but now it's gone all numb."
Just then the music stopped, and when I was taking her back to her place, I said: "May I have the next dance, please?"
"Of course!" she said. "I don't want it!"
I got offended at that, so I went and had a drink with a pal of mine.
I told him what had happened, and I said: "Do you know why she turned me down when I asked for another dance?"
"Oh," he told me, "I think it's because she's a girl who knows her bunions."
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